Dreamers

By Tyler Golec

Crawl into dreams

Mind bleeding

Ever bleeding out

Not like the sick from slit wrists

Bleeding from clichéd heart wounds

Crawling for understanding

But only finding sex

Pleasure laced raping of the soul

I am dying here

I am master here

These are dark dreams from stoned minds

Masterminds of the of the surreal

The afterlife of an artist

We are free in dreams

And I in words

For I dream words in dark places

The not shallow depths of a human conscious

Subconsciously producing life, thought

Written word

Written dreaming

Absence of reality

Reality isn’t necessarily realer

And a mind is left to dream as it will